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The Accidental Protege Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\"         Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 1201 days Last activity: 1201 days |
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| Cyro, why do you torment us? What kind of monster are you? What was in gods-damned bag, you... you... Poop-head!? | |||
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The Accidental Protege Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\" Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 1201 days Last activity: 1201 days |
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There are more parallels to Christmas and Yule than anything else, y'know 
In fact, I'm pretty certain that Deck the Halls is a Pagan song... |
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The Accidental Protege Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\" Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 1201 days Last activity: 1201 days |
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| Chapter 1
"Bullshit." That was the only word that contiuosly ran through his mind. "Bullshit! This whole damn mission was bullshit!" It was dark. The solar body was blotted out by clouds of volcanic dust and smoke, and the only light came from the constantly erupting volcanos, and the lights from the Marines' suits. Sound filled the air. The sound of explosions, of death, of gunshots, and of the Zerg. One of his companions called out to him, "Henderson! Give it up! We were never meant to survive this mission!" Henderson, the marine whose mind was filled with bullshit only stared away from the trench which his back was facing. Survival had become his only driving force. The screams of the dog-like Zerglings echoed through the darkness, and penetrated his ears. Instinct kicked in, and he ran town the trench, away from the screeching as far as he could get. Stopping inside the crevace, he turned around to see the red, gleaming eyes. Automatically, without thinking, he squeezed the trigger of his Gauss Rifle, and tried as he could to see through the soot and smoke, and make sure the rounds he was firing were penetrating the insectoids' carapaces. Only a few seconds of firing ensued, before the ammunition meter on his gun blinked at zero, and the Zerglings remained unscathed and growling with anger. Henderson had lost all his hope for survival as he stared at his dry gun. Without a word of warning, though, a loud booming sound erupted from behind the Marine, as a rocket propelled grenade flew past his head, and destroyed one of the Zerglings, spewing its innards across the sides of the canyon. Another round was fired from behind him, and the second Zergling was waxed as well. Seeing as how the threat was now over for the time being, Henderson turned around to see a Marine sitting on the ground against a wall, rocking back and forth, with his visor up. He was an old black man with glasses and a beard. In his teeth was clenched a cigarette. He didn't look at Henderson at all. He just stared into nothing, and continued to rock back and forth, knowing that his time was almost up. "Who's in charge here?" shouted Henderson, hoping to get a response from the old man. The old Marine turned his head to look at him, then went back to his rocking. Henderson decided to try again. "Where is the air support?" The only response he got was the man just pointing up to the sky. As Henderson looked up, he made out what the Marine was motioning to: a Behemoth Class Battlecruiser that lumbered overhead, not one thousand feet above ground. The spotlights of the ship switched on at that moment, and seemed to gaze around to spy on the destruction. * * * The ship was silent inside, and very contemporary looking in the hull. A blatent contrast from the devestation on the surface of the volitile planet. There were a few wooden tables and soft, plushy chairs. An old clock sat on one of the tables, and its hands ticked away, like a metronome, like it was counting down to something. A tall, slim, grey haired man stood at the main window overlooking the carnage. This man was Admiral Gerard DuGalle, the head and founder of the United Earth Directorate, or UED. He was in his mid sixties, and had a long, slender, aged face, and cold, grey eyes. His thin lips curved into a frown, as he stared out the window. "Alexi, come. Witness this... this carnage." He motioned towards another man in the room, without averting his gaze. This other man was Vice Admiral Alexi Stukov, advisor and close friend to the Admiral. He was shorter than the Admral, and had a full, grey beard and an admiral's cap on. He was strong, and his body showed that he obviously exercized quite a bit. The Vice Admiral pulled out a cigar from his front shirt pocket, and lit it with a lighter on the table. As he puffed it, he replyed to his superior with a heavy Russian accent. "Can it wait, Gerard? You're interrupting me from my... duties." Gerard smiled, as he expected this response. "You're vodka can wait, Alexi. You need to see this." Alexi sighed with impatience. "I know all about the Zerg, Gerard. We've seen the tapes a thousand-" Gerard cut him off mid-sentence as the Vice admiral was walking toward the window. "You've seen nothing!" DuGalle shot back, startling Alexi enough for him to drop his cigar on the floor. "Dissecting a dead Zerg in a lab is one thing, but unleashing them upon men is another", he said with angst and emotion. The Vice Admiral looked down out of discouragement. Gerard continued his speech, and focused on Alexi. "You must go into this with both eyes open, Alexi. Once you start, you cannot go back." His eyes narrowed to slits, and his stare pierced through his friend's very soul. "Are you prepared to go all the way with this, Alexi?" Alexi looked down again, and stepped on the cigar on the floor to put it out. He took out another one and lit it. As he puffed it, he said very quietly, but distictly, "Yes. Yes, I am prepared to go all the way." The Admiral was pleased. He smiled, and patted his friend on the back. "Excellent! I knew I could count on you! Come, let us celebrate the ushering of a new age." With that, he walked away from the window, Alexi following suit. "Take us into orbit, Mr. Jenssen." Gerard spoke into his radio to the Navigator as he left the room. * * * "What the hell?" Henderson thought to himself, as he watched the hulking cruiser turn and lumber off into the clouds of the higher altitudes and disappear. He continued to stare upwards, showing no emotion, no fear, no shock. He just stood there, deserted. Above the trench, the Zerglings massed, and swarmed. They prepared to feast on the flesh of humans once more, as they charged into the crevace. Henderson smiled, as his world fell apart all around him. Chapter 2 The planet Braxis is considered to be God-forsaken rock of nothing but ice and snow. The UED Marines have been given orders to subdue Terran Forces on this iceball in the remote city of Boralis, as, apparently, an uprising is underway. Led by the former leader of the Sons of Korhal, Arcturus Mengsk, these Terrans are undoubtedly skilled and deadly. Appoximately two miles away from Boralis, UED dropships descended upon the snow covered plains, and unloaded Marines and Seige Tanks to a remote UED outpost. The acting-commander, Jacob Kendall, strode out of his dropship, and called all the Marines in the outpost to attention. As they lined up, the dropships took off into the atmosphere. "Alright, you sick sons of bitches, listen up! The coordinates we were given must have had shit smeared on them, 'cause that's all we got to work with here, people! No Vespene Gas! Guess what that means, ladies! You will guard these tanks with your lives, becaue we cannot afford to build more of them now!" The factory in this outpost was perfectly capable of building tanks, but without the proper amounts of Refined Gas, the Tanks are impossible to make. The Marines all stood rigidly as General Kendall barked out his orders though his facemask. "You will storm that base guns blazing, and kill every shit-faced, backwards-assed rebel that you see! Do you get me?" The Marines all answered in unison, "Yes, sir!" They were nervous. It was cold, and Boralis was miles away. The long trek would be prefect for an amush by the rebel forces. Yet, they still set out, the valiant, expedable marines, across the snow, with tanks following behind. The snow began to fall, lightly at first, but then heavier as they continued to march towards victory, perhaps, or defeat perhaps. Connor Gaines, a private first class, spoke up after about a mile of walking, with news of something on his radar. He jogged up to a seige tank, and spoke to his commanding officer. "General Kendall, sir! We have something on radar! A life sign, Terran! What are your orders, sir?" Kendall smiled, as he sat on top of a tank he was hitching a ride with. "Identify it first, then kill it if it's an enemy." The radar blip grew faster, as the battallion neared it, and finally, they were on top of it. The caravan stopped, as they saw a man dressed in light green armor, and brown, dirty rags around his face and upper body to protect him from the wind and cold. They flapped furiously in the wind as the gales picked up. In his arm, he held a C-10 Canister Rifle, standard issue for the Ghost Special Operations Soldiers. Kendall dismounted off his tank, and walked up to the lone man, and confronted him. "My name is General Kendall of the UED. Identify yourself." The strange man removed the rags from his face to reveal his handsome black face. He was young, and had strong facial features. He spoke with an African accent as he answered this man who confronted him. "My name is Lieutenant Samir Duran, leader of the Confederate Resistance Forces. The Sons of Korhal have been a thorn in my side since day one, so I defected with my men. We were just about to launch a surprise attack upon them from the rear." Kendall looked puzzled, and became impatient. :Alright, first off, Mr. Hot Shit, I don't see any of your troops around here at all, and secondly, why the rear?" Samir sighed and close dhis eyes. "It's alright boys. They're not enemies. You can come out now." With those words, several dozen marines rose from the snow behind Duran, and engaged the safety on their rifles. "I'll be damned... Evironmental concealment." Kendall was surprised to say the least, as he stared at the plethora of brown armored Marines. Duran opened his eyes, and looked at Kendall and his men though the stinging cold of the wind. "To answer your second question, sir, we are attack from the rear, for the front sems to be scattered with mines. Our scout found that out the hard way. I see you have tanks, so this should be piece of cake with your help, sir." Kendall looked around with discontent. Fianlly, he picked up his Visual Communicator, and radioed Alexi Stukov, the man you sent them out on this mission. "What is it, Kendall?" Kendall replyed, "We've found a man named Samir Duran, head of the COnfederate Resistance Forces, whatever that is. He wishes to form an alliance with us. What are your orders, sir?" Alexi looked back with questioning in his eyes. "Let me speak to him, Kendall." Kendall replyed quickly. "Yes, sir. Here, Samir. The Vice Admiral wishes to speak to you." Samir Duran accepted the reciever, and saw the face of the older Russian man. "Lieutenant Samir Duran of the Confederate Resistance , this is a mission designed specifically for the UED. Your assisstance is not needed." Samir smiled and shot back a fast response. "On the contrary, Vice Admiral Stukov, our scouts have monitored heavy resistance. Your troops wouldn't stand a chance against our combined power." Alexi's face was filled with anger, thanks to the stubbornness of this young lieutenant. "You arrogant... Fine. You can tag along, but if you try anything, you will be terminated on sight. You hear me, Kendall?" Kendall shouted his positive response of "Yes, sir!" towards the radio. "Good. Stukov out." Static filled the radio, as the picture was gone. Kendal put his rifle in one hand, and leaned against it as he set the butt of it on the ground. "So your here with us now. But like he said; try anything at all, you're toast. Got it?" Duran nodded in affirmation. "Fine then! Let's move out!" The troop's new addition gave it a very menacing appearance, as it marched towards war in Boralis. * * * Upon arrival at the rear gate, Samir Duran took the head, and halted the caravan. "I'm going to get us inside. Stand back." He put on some goggles, and loaded an EMP charge into the massive rifle he carried with him. Finding some solid icem he laid down, and set up the gun's tripod and took aim at the large metal doors that sealed the military city within. With a devastating eruption, the gun blasted out its round, hitting the door dead on, knocking out it's motors. He gave a signal, and waved the tanks through. With that, one of the Tanks kicked it into high gear, and barged through the doors, blowing them wide open, while sustaining superficial damage to the armor. In the meantime, the other tank took its time to transform into seige mode. The main turret sunk into the hull, and three "legs" extended from the two sides ad back of the tank to lock it in place. From the rear of the tank, a gigantic cannon was raised, and swiveled to the postion of it's soon-to-be targets. All the while, the creaking and whining of metal gears and plates grinding together set the stage for war, as the multitude of Marines stood readily, nervously, awaiting death and glory. They were sweating with anticipation, waiting for the bloodbath to begin. As the doors swung open, the Marines shouted their battlecry and charged the base, immediately setting fire to any and all buildings they could reach while Lieutenant Duran got his equipment together, and joined the battle. A hail of gunfire erupted withing the city, as rebel marines opened fire upon their oppressors. A squad of three Marines bolted down the middle of the main street, then broke off from each other to divert their fire. The one on the left was cut down by gun fire, but was avenged by his comrades. The tank in seige mode fired it's Arclite Shock Cannon into the city, destroying entire buildings and scattering groups of enermy marines. Kendall stood atop a tank, and switched his gun to single-shot mode, and sniped several bogeys on guard towers. He smiled with content, knowing that he was doing his commander's wishes. Samir Duran climbed up a guard tower, knocking off several marines onto the ground below with hand to hand tactics. He enabled his suit's cloaking device, for a Spec. Ops. suit had those perks, and readied his weapon, and nailed several marines on the ground through the head, and spying one of the mines on the ground. He fired a shot towards a group of enemy marines to get them to scatter towards the minefield, and then shot a mine, setting off a deadly chain reaction. The explosions engulfed his enemies in a sea of flames. He chuckled to himself, and felt more alive than he had ever been. It was only a matter of hours before the rebel forces surrendered. Taken prisoner, the remainder of the insurgebts for the city of Boralis were herded into UED dropships that entered the area after news of victory reached Stukov. The UED marines cheered with Samir Duran and his men in victory, after all the prisoners were rounded up. Kendall smiled at his new compatriot. "Well, I guess I was wrong about you, Duran. That wasn't a fight, it was a massacre! Welcome to the team." He shook his hand vigorously. Duran smiled and felt honored. "I am glad to help, General. And thank you for trusting me. I won't let you down." Total UED Losses: 22 Units lost, 0 buildings razed. Total Rebel Losses: 281 Units lost, 47 buildings razed. Comments are welcome. I got prety winded during the second half of the 2nd chapter. Chapters 3 through whatever coming soon. (Last edited by Clockworkz on 12-08-05 10:14 PM) |
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The Accidental Protege Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\" Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 1201 days Last activity: 1201 days |
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Not funny, Shorty. |
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The Accidental Protege Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\" Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 1201 days Last activity: 1201 days |
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| The more cleaage the better. Thusly, Mai FTW. | |||
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The Accidental Protege Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\" Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 1201 days Last activity: 1201 days |
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| I hate my mother too. Join the club. She says I'm part of a satanist cult (I'm a Wiccan) and that I'm going to put her in the home (which I probably wil if she doesn't shape up). Parents are crazy, man. Sueing is going way to far these days.
I hear star light gives you cancer. I'm going to sue the universe. |
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The Accidental Protege Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\" Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 1201 days Last activity: 1201 days |
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| My rule of thumb among breasticles: I want just enough for a nice mouthfull. I don't wanna be smothered. LIke, CC, or D is fine. But anything over DD is just too damn big. And gross, to boot. | |||
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The Accidental Protege Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\" Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 1201 days Last activity: 1201 days |
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| Um... Carlin fucking rocks. Moreso than Pryor
Pyror was one funny man. It's a shame he bit the big one. Hear No Evil See No Evil FTW. |
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The Accidental Protege Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\" Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 1201 days Last activity: 1201 days |
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| Yeah, I'm pretty spectacular alright. Thanks for the comment. The toast CT is a ghost of Intenet Past. I was lucky to find this. Got off some old message board discussion the finer points of Pokemon and Hentai.
What? |
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The Accidental Protege Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\" Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 1201 days Last activity: 1201 days |
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| I win.
This sentence serves to add more filler, as True Flight has stated that this post, without more body, would be spam otherwise. (Last edited by ¯\(º_o)/¯ on 12-13-05 11:23 PM) |
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The Accidental Protege Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\" Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 1201 days Last activity: 1201 days |
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| Because I like this idea, and I don't like bumping.
"You are about to embark on the Great Crusade, toward which we have striven these past few months. The eyes of the world are upon you. The hopes and prayers of liberty-loving people everywhere march with you. In company with our brave Allies and brothers-in-arms on other Fronts, you will bring about the destruction of the German war machine, the elimination of Nazi tyranny over the oppressed peoples of Europe, and security for ourselves in a free world. Your task will not be an easy one. Your enemy is well trained, well equipped and battle-hardened. He will fight savagely. I have full confidence in your courage, devotion to duty and skill in combat. We will accept nothing less than full Victory! Good luck! And let us all beseech the blessing of Almighty God upon this great and noble undertaking." -Dwight D. Eisenhower Premise: Become a soldier of the US Army as you fight your way through nazis and complete your objectives! Post the following info in this fashion: Name: Kevin Campbell Age: 22 Hometown: Linden, NJ Weapon(s): BAR with 10 clips, Colt .45 with 8 clips Rank: Brigadeer General Your current mission: D-Day: Storming the Beach on Normandy Mission Objectives: 1: Rejoin Squad at Shingle Embankment. 2: Rescue Engineer at End of Embankment. 3: Rendezvous at Base of Bunker. 4. Destroy MG Nests on Ridge. 5. Eliminate Enemy Soldiers in Trench. Kevin stood at the head of the armored boat, as he spoke over the gunfire and explosions. Around him, men were being shot, airplanes flew overhead, and other, more unfortunate boats were being destroyed. "2 minutes! Listen up; when we hit the beach, I run for cover. Follow me, and don't get cut down. We'll have to make our way to the shingle embankment to get up to the bunkers. One of our most skilled enineers is up there, so we gotta get him out, if he isn't already dead." He over heard someone shout out, "40 seconds!" "Alright. Stay sharp, and watch the crossfire. If you get lost, look for me" (Last edited by ¯\(º_o)/¯ on 12-13-05 11:21 PM) |
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The Accidental Protege Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\" Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 1201 days Last activity: 1201 days |
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| I don't Sim Battle much anymore, but I like this idea. I can be very versitile with fighters, so this sounds fun. | |||
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The Accidental Protege Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\" Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 1201 days Last activity: 1201 days |
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| "10 SECONDS!" It was hard to yell over the explosions and screams and chattering of machine guns. "God have mercy..." Kevin muttered. With a raoring crash, the boat made landfall on the shore of Normandy, and the door fell down onto the sand. Kevin kept his head down as he ran headlong for a blockade, and ducked underneath it, avoiding a hail of gunfire. Peeking through the wood, he could see an Allied soldier trapped begind a capsized craft up high on the shore. Upon observation of his tools, it was obvious it was the engineer. He was pinned down. "Hey! Get over here! I need someone over here!" He waved his arms for someone to come to him. "Someone's gotta get our man outta here," Kevin thought to himself. | |||
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The Accidental Protege Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\" Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 1201 days Last activity: 1201 days |
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| The Engineer looked up at Jake, with a look of panic on his face. "Thank God! I need to get to the shingle emplacement! Can you provide some cover fire while I move up and ahead?" He held his explosives in one hand, and his Colt in the other as he stared at Jake.
------------------------------------------ Kevin was still behind the barricade, waiting impatiently. "Where the hell is the rest of my squad?" |
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The Accidental Protege Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\" Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 1201 days Last activity: 1201 days |
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The Accidental Protege Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\" Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 1201 days Last activity: 1201 days |
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| Very well; I'll take you on. I'm too lazy to write a chaacter bio on a school night, so I'll do it when I come home. If you want to know about my character, view my fight with Ryan a while ago.
A lone man walked across the desert temple, as the sun was setting into the background, casting a vermillion shade across the land. Black Plate mail lined every inch of his body, and in his hand he gripped a sword, forged from the pits of hell itself. This man is Murimasa, the essence of all that is evil in the world incarnate. And he is looking for a fight. |
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The Accidental Protege Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\" Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 1201 days Last activity: 1201 days |
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| Murimasa smiled. He was obviously enjoying his new aquintance's little game.
"I'm sorry, boy. But any temples dedicated to the worship of Gaia are to be erradicated. I suggest you stand aside before you get hurt." He drew his sword, and eyed his foe. It was clear that he would not back down so easily. He readied his stance and got into a defensive postion. "I am prepared to defend myself, mortal." (Last edited by ¯\(º_o)/¯ on 12-16-05 12:41 AM) |
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The Accidental Protege Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\" Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 1201 days Last activity: 1201 days |
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| He laughed a maniacal laugh. That was his response. "You cannot kill what does not live upon this plane of existance! You can only banish me for a time, but I digress. If you will not attack, then you will be destroyed!"
Murimasa held out his sword and gathered some dark, unholy energy at its tip. It swirled about in a purplish aura. After a time, Murimasa hauled off and fired the beam of energy directly at his target. Attack specs: Warm-up rate: 2.6 seconds. Cooldown rate: .79 seconds. Attack type: Unholy projectile. Approximate size of projectile: 13.125 cm in diameter. Approximate speed of launch: 226.8 Kph. |
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The Accidental Protege Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\" Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 1201 days Last activity: 1201 days |
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| The engineer picked up his gear without any hesitation and ran for the shingle embankment. Kevin smiled as he watched. "Good job, Jake," he muttered to himself. THe engineer reached a large, sandy hill, covered by barbed wire and metal. He took out a pipe bomb and shoved it into the sand and lit it. Diving out of the way, he screamed, "FIRE IN THE HOLE!" With a marvelous explosion of sand and fire, the shingle embankment was destroyed. Advancement to the b unkers and MG nests are now possible. Kevin was still concerned though, about the fate of his comrads.
Mission status: 1: Rejoin Squad at Shingle Embankment. INCOMPLETE 2: Rescue Engineer at End of Embankment. COMPLETE 3: Rendezvous at Base of Bunker. INCOMPLETE 4. Destroy MG Nests on Ridge. INCOMPLETE 5. Eliminate Enemy Soldiers in Trench. INCOMPLETE |
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The Accidental Protege Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\" Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 1201 days Last activity: 1201 days |
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| Murimasa made a careful note of this technique. He smirked to himself. "I see. You can absorb energy attacks. Well, then. This fight should prove to be more productive than my last." Murimasa decided to take a a different approach. Around his neck hung a charm, shaped like a decaying human head. Murimasa grasped the charm and rubbed it, infusing it with unholy power. THe eyes of the Dead Man's Head flashed yellow, and it screamed a horrible scream; the scream of a tormented soul locked inside the amulet. The scream rattles the consciousness, and invokes the feeling of true fear...
Attack specs: Warm up rate: 3.2 seconds. Cool down rate: 0.02 seconds. Attack type: Amplified sound waves, mixed in with a higher frequency that affects feelings of the mind. Range of influence: 51.4 meters. Approximate speed of waves: (whatever the speed of sound is in kilometers; I don't know it off the top of my head). (Last edited by ¯\(º_o)/¯ on 12-16-05 10:37 AM) |
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